The withered ghost cultivator was now covered in blood. His scrawny body seemed to have been shattered by the powerful attacks of the Mountain Breaking Talismans. His left arm was nowhere to be found, and his eyes were tightly shut. He had already lost consciousness.
As the elderly ghost cultivator fell, a ripple of energy suddenly spread through the air. A figure appeared out of nowhere. It was Rong Qing, who had previously been inside the Divine Machine Mansion.
In Rong Qing's hand was a talisman that gave off a faint glow.
Although the elderly ghost cultivator possessed considerable cultivation and strength, his combat experience had come solely from fighting the guards within the maze. His innate cunning might have seemed formidable, but compared with Qin Fengming, who had spent years weathering the storms of the Cultivation World, he still fell somewhat short.
After roaming the Hell of Imprisonment for many years, the elderly ghost cultivator had naturally obtained treasures, jade slips, and books from several cultivators who had died attempting its trials. He had learned something of how to conduct himself and understood the selfish ways by which cultivators survived, but he could hardly master every subtlety.
Although the elderly ghost cultivator had some understanding of formations, he was far inferior to Qin Fengming.
Qin Fengming had needed only a brief test to see through the Restrictive Spell on the stone door and discover that it could restore itself within moments.
The old man had actually claimed that they could break the Restrictive Spells on both stone doors by joining forces. Qin Fengming could not help laughing inwardly at such deceit.
Even then, Qin Fengming had understood that the old man already intended to kill him.
Since that was the case, how could someone as calculating as Qin Fengming